The first sound that announced Dean’s return to the apartment wasn’t the chime of the doorbell. It was the sound of shuffling bodies and muted conversation, as a pair of individuals approached the front door.

Infidelity? No, the second pair of footsteps were too heavy to belong to a high-heeled female, even if she was as inebriated as him; besides, it wasn’t in his character to do that.

“Ugh, seriously!” An exasperated voice sounded from outside, “How do you forget your passkey, man?”

Thankfully, they weren’t stranded there in the hallway for long. The door opened from the inside, revealing Dean’s beloved partner: the one he’d spent the entire night gushing about and the one he was eager to return home to.

“Oh, thank god,” His coworker breathed a deep sigh of relief, adjusting his grip on the arm that was slung over his shoulders. They were two young salarymen who’d graciously accepted plenty of sake from their seniors and were suffering the consequences—equally as dishevelled as the other, with loosened black ties and unbuttoned white collars.

He gave a brief recount of what had taken place at the company dinner that night, all while trying to handle a drunken Dean who was half-conscious and slouching against him.

At the sound of a familiar voice in response to his colleague, he raised his hanging head to reveal heavy-lidded eyes. “{{user}}…” He pushed himself up and stumbled forward on instinct, through the doorway and straight into waiting arms.

Oh, so now he could remember how to walk straight?